Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Lawson looked at him.

"Success! A great achievement!"

Calga looked at Margras on the ground.

What if he doesn't fall for it?

"That would also force him to reveal more of his reactions earlier."

Lawson smiled.

"But I think he will come."

Calga did not ask any further questions.

He knew that Lawson had other plans.

But on the battlefield, some plans don't need to be known by everyone.

Calga only needs to complete its part.

He mentioned Margrass, bowed to Lawson, and left.

After Calgard left, Lawson took over the T-series from Fortress of Vigilance.

"If Abaddon descends to the ground, prepare to activate Void Claws."

The voice of the T-Series captain echoed back.

"The low-power gravity traction mode has met the initial conditions."

"Full-power operation can tow small planetary targets, but it will cause tremors in the ground of the warning star, damage to the nest structure, orbital anomalies, and unknown black rock reactions."

"Full power is not required."

Lawson looked at the Soul of Vengeance on the star map.

"Low power is enough."

"The goal is not to destroy the flagship."

"It's about seizing it."

"Disrupt the gravity around it, restrict its attitude adjustment, and prevent it from deviating from its orbit for a short period of time."

He drew a red line with his fingertip beneath the Vengeance Soul.

"Then board the ship and seize it."

"receive."

As Lawson looked at the markings on the old black ship, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Horus's old chariot."

"Since it's already been delivered to the door, it wouldn't be right not to grab it."

……

Warning Star, outside Saint Harbor.

Calgarh stood in the wind beneath the tower bearing the head of the Starslayer, Harken.

Beside him was Varo Tigurius, the chief strategist of the Ultramarines.

Margrass was dragged to the foot of the flagpole by two Ultramarines.

The Black Legion lieutenant had already received basic treatment to ensure he wouldn't die before the broadcast.

His helmet was removed.

The cracked face was exposed.

Harken's head swayed gently on the flagpole, nails piercing his mouth; the face that once proclaimed destruction was now silent.

Calgary looked up at Harken.

He then looked down at Margras.

This scene was very violent.

But for Abaddon, sometimes brutality is better.

Tigurius accessed the old public channel of the warning star.

This is an open frequency band that many old imperial equipment still retain.

After being processed by the foundation sequence, this old public channel was sufficient to be detected by the oracle of the Vengeance Soul.

Calgary stood below the flagpole.

Tigurius compressed a high-intensity audio signal into the old frequency band, while simultaneously attaching the identification data of Harken's head and Margras's life signal to the tactical pulse accompanying the broadcast.

Imperial troops on many battlefields heard this sound.

More chaotic listening devices also detected this provocative communication.

Calgary opened its mouth.

"Abaddon."

“I am Marenus Calga.”

"Captain of the Ultramarines Chapter".

"Lord of Macurag".

"The first dog you sent was named Haken the Starslayer."

The cornerstone sequence incorporated the bio-residual identification code of Harken's head, the number of the Black Legion armor fragment, and the coordinates of the flagpole into the communication pulse.

"He came to warn of the destruction of the planet."

Calga's voice did not roar.

The calmer it is, the more it resembles a verdict.

"Now, he's in charge of decorating the flagpole."

On the battlefield, many imperial soldiers subconsciously looked up.

A suppressed cacophony of noise erupted in the Chaos Channel.

Calga continues.

"The second dog you sent has infiltrated the sandstorm vortex, trying to steal something from the guard bunker."

Margras's vital signs, armor identification code, and the serial number of the shattered communicator wreckage were also sent out.

"He's a little more durable than Harken."

"But only a little."

Margrass heard the sound, struggled to open his eyes, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Calga didn't look at him.

"Commander."

"Your vanguard has been hung here by me."

"Your adjutant is under my feet."

"Your plan has been dismantled by us."

“You pose as the son of Horus on the track, but the things you send down become spoils of war one after another.”

How many more men are you planning to send to their deaths?

Tigurius stood to the side, his eyelids twitching slightly.

He rarely heard Calga speak like that.

This is unlike any other Ultramarines chapter leader.

But it must be admitted that these words were effective on Abaddon.

Calga continues.

"If you remember that you were once the son of Horus."

"If you still believe you deserve the title of War General."

"Get down."

"Don't hide behind the Vengeful Spirit and rely on your lieutenant and messenger to embarrass you."

"Come down and fight me."

"Right under this flagpole."

"Right where Harken is looking."

Calgar slowly raised Gothrei's fist and pointed it towards the sky.

“I will cut off your claws and hang your head next to him.”

"Let the whole galaxy see just how much stronger the so-called Chaos War General really is than his own dog."

Channel disconnected.

At the foot of the Saint Harbour Tower, all was quiet.

Varo Tigurius looked at Calga.

"Commander, these words are not like you at all."

Calga glanced down at Margras.

"The Master of the Seal said that we should be more shrewd with our words."

Tigurius nodded slightly.

"The effect should be good."

Calga was silent for half a second.

"I'm not good at this."